Satan often tempts me, But then my Lord draws near. The softest whisper I would say, I know my Lord doth hear. I'll travel onward for my Lord, With faith and strength all girt about. My sword in hand, my shield in place, The Word of God, my armor bright. The sting of life comes piercing down, The body goes it's way. My sword, my shield, my armor bright, Has caught my soul away. Satan often tempted me, But ere it did no good. I'm seated now in heaven with Him, Right where He knew I stood.
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